This person's eyes were extremely sharp, like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts.
Seeing such a look, Chen Feng's brows suddenly jumped.
The man's eyes were filled with a strong sword intent, which showed how strong his swordsmanship was. This made Chen Feng feel like he had met a soulmate.
"What's your name!" Chen Feng looked at the slave and said with a faint smile.
“Jian Chen!” The slave stood up, his body straight, like a sword rising into the sky.
"Jian Chen, do you know your current situation?" Chen Feng looked at Jian Chen and continued.
Hearing Chen Feng's words, Jian Chen's upright body seemed to have been hit hard, and suddenly became much more sluggish.
Especially when he saw the exquisite token that Chen Feng took out, Jian Chen's face suddenly became extremely lonely.
This token is a magic weapon for controlling slaves, and it contains a trace of the soul of the slave. The person holding the token, no matter how low his strength is, can command the slave to do anything as long as he refines the token.
Otherwise, the person who refined the token would be able to torture the slave to death with just a thought.
In the beginning, Jian Chen suffered a lot from the token because he was too unruly. He still remembers the pain the token brought him.
"I heard that you are the descendant of an ancient sword sect. Is that true?" Chen Feng asked with a smile in his eyes when he saw Jian Chen was hit.
As expected, when Jian Chen heard Chen Feng ask this, he was shocked.
"It's true that I am your slave, but please don't think that you can completely control me with this token. If necessary, I would rather kill myself in front of you than reveal any information." Jian Chen gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Feng, growling hoarsely.
At this moment, Jian Chen was like a wild beast that had not been fully tamed, as if he would pounce on you and bite you at any time.
The smile in Chen Feng's eyes became even more full.
What he wants is not slaves, but subordinates. If they are slaves, they will inevitably have some servility, which will gradually wear away their true nature and eventually become a task tool that obeys orders. Although this kind of servility will obey you in everything, it is not what Chen Feng likes.
In the previous series of actions, Chen Feng was actually testing how much of Jian Chen's nature had been lost. What made Chen Feng happy was that although Jian Chen had acquired some servility these days, it was extremely thin. With just a few more words of advice, this servility would completely disappear.
"Aren't you afraid that I will make you unable to die even if you want to?" Chen Feng said, his tone extremely relaxed, as if killing Jian Chen was a piece of cake.
“Why should I fear death!” Jian Chen said bitterly, “If it weren’t for the Luoye Merchant Guild keeping me imprisoned all the time, I would have wanted to die a long time ago.”
“As a sword cultivator, one should be upright and incorruptible, holding a green sword, soaring to the top, and fighting for nine days. But now I am in a desperate situation and have become a first-class slave. It is better to die.” Jian Chen said this with tears in his eyes.
"What a great battle for the nine heavens! A man should have such a broad mind!" Chen Feng couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh: "Jian Chen, are you willing to be my subordinate and accompany me to fight for the nine heavens in this life, and never abandon me no matter life or death!"
"What difference does it make whether you ask or not?" Jian Chen smiled bitterly: "I am your slave. If you want me to do something, just give me an order. Why bother?"
"No, what I, Chen Feng, want is not slaves, but loyal subordinates!" Chen Feng said solemnly: "My subordinates have their own thoughts, their own opportunities, and their own lives. When I need him, he will be able to stand up and fight alongside me at the first time. When the smoke of gunpowder settles, we will drink and sing, what is life like!"
Jian Chen listened carefully, with a look of longing in his eyes. After becoming a slave, he had been fantasizing about living this kind of life again. But every time he woke up from his fantasy, he felt endless loneliness.
Soon, Jian Chen's face was filled with anger: "That sounds good, but as long as you control my slave token, I still have no freedom. I can still only be called a slave, not a subordinate..."
Jian Chen's words stopped abruptly at this point, simply because he was stunned by Chen Feng's actions.
Chen Feng held a token between his hands, which was his slave token.
Then, Chen Feng exerted a little force with his hands, and a stream of pure immortal energy surged out and pressed towards the token.
In an instant, the token turned into a pile of fragments and floated away from his fingers.
At the same time, a thought suddenly arose in Jian Chen's mind: "I am free!"
After a careful feeling, he found that all the restrictions in his body disappeared with the destruction of the token. In other words, from now on, he, Jian Chen, became a free man again!
"Why?" Jian Chen looked at Chen Feng, his eyes full of confusion and questioning.
"I've said before that I want subordinates, not slaves." Chen Feng said calmly: "This is my sincerity!"
Jian Chen stood there in a daze, his mind going blank.
My subordinates have their own thoughts, their own opportunities, and their own lives. When I need them, they can stand up and fight alongside me. When the smoke of war settles, we drink and sing, what is life like!
Chen Feng's words replayed over and over in his mind, knocking on the door of his heart little by little.
He originally thought that Chen Feng was just talking casually, but now he realized that what Chen Feng said seemed to be true. Otherwise, why would he destroy the slave token
“This is my sincerity!”
Chen Feng's words became heavier and heavier in his mind, and in the end, they were as loud as a huge bell.
"Okay, if you can take my sword, you will be qualified to let me be your subordinate!" Finally, Jian Chen opened his eyes and said solemnly: "Do you dare?"
"Why not?" Chen Feng laughed, his face full of calmness and fearlessness: "Just come at me!"
As he spoke, Chen Feng had already set up his stance, waiting for Jian Chen to make his move. He also wanted to see what kind of methods this person, who was able to comprehend the attribute sword art before becoming a celestial being, had.
"Well, my sword is very fierce. Don't blame me if you die!" Jian Chen's face darkened when he heard this, and a strong sword energy suddenly condensed in his hand. The sword energy condensed in his hand like a substance, as if he was holding a real sword!
"This sword is called Ten Thousand Bones Withered!" Jian Chen pondered in deep thought, the sword in his hand swung, and a vast curtain of light was spread out.
On the battlefield thousands of miles away, with weapons and horses at war, one general's success is built on the sacrifice of hundreds of lives!
Chen Feng stared at the sword intent that was coming towards him, and a look of amazement flashed in his eyes: "What a good move, Ten Thousand Bones Withered! This is the sword of conquest, it is really fierce!"
Although he said this, Chen Feng's hands did not stop at all. He also condensed a sword of sword energy and attacked head-on!